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(investigative music)

(Billie): Okay, let's do a rundown of all our evidence.

We have the actual scarf from Kurt's office,

thank you night-vision goggles � la Macy.

The real crime scene was the lab which LeDuc had access to.

We've proved the padlock was planted

in Murdoch's backyard

with Constable Higgins-Newsome...

and found a mysterious footprint,

which we believe belongs to Leduc.

So, we just need his shoe

to prove that the footprint belongs to him!

So, what are we waiting for?

Let's get Higgins-Newsome to present this to his inspector

and William Murdoch is free!

Hold up, Bills.

Fact one: But what if it's Kurt's footprint,

not LeDuc's? Then it's for a man who doesn't exist in this world.

Even if the shoes do.

Fact two: Yes, we have the scarf and fibres

off of Van Doren's neck, but that only proves

that Murdoch's scarf wasn't used in her murder.

The police could still argue Murdoch strangled Van Doren

with her own scarf.

Since we can't prove he didn't leave his house

to follow her to the lab...

you're right, Zane. We haven't cracked the case.

(Billie): You're too good at being devil's advocate.

So, what is oyster, other than some gross,

slimy appie?

The students didn't really say much about it.

It sounded like a place when they said,

"Outside the Oyster."

A restaurant? Store?

They also mentioned arguing.

Restaurants serve alcohol,

alcohol induces arguments.

Whoa, a phonebook.

Maybe the Oyster store is in here.

Oyster... Oyster...

Try looking under Margarite.

It's an obsolete term in our times,

but in the 1900s, it means pearl.

Margarite!

Boom! Margarite Saloon!

People get drunk and argue outside of pubs,

or take their secret their lovers there,

so it kinda tracks for Murdoch and Van Doren.

Let's go check it out.

(suspenseful music)

Woah! - Woah!

Saloon-y fo' sho'.

It doesn't make sense. My Dad said William

and his wife Julia Ogden were happy and deep in love.

If he was here with Van Doren,

it wasn't because of some affair.

So, then what's the reason?

When we were stuck in improv,

we usually dive into some word associations.

Oyster.

Margarite.

Pearl, fight...

Murdoch. Van Doren.

Both knew each other, maybe friends.

More like both were inventors!

And they weren't the only ones in here.

There were a bunch of other people.

You're thinking, academic salon?

- Yes. - Saloon.

Salon. Like a 1900s social club.

So, they were part of some secret

inventor's social club?

Great. How do we find proof of a secret thing?

Inventors. Inventors.

So...

(tense music)

Mikimoto Kokichi.

He invented the first cultured pearl.

And now I'm really lost.

A) How do you low-key know that?

And B) What does he have to do with this?

My parents are always talking up famous Asian achievements.

Hey, uh, Billie, Zane,

check this out.

What's a bottle of sand doing in a bar?

No idea.

But it is a common irritant for oyster.

(laughing)

Shh. Let me think.

(tense music)

(scoffs)

Dang, Zane! What did you do?

1858. The year of Kokichi's birth.

It opened a secret panel here.

Uh, it's blank.

Zane, you have your UV flashlight?

Thank you.

Writing in bleach,

the invisible ink technique. Clever.

Looks like the minutes to some meeting.

Got it! Murdoch and Van Doren

were here at an inventor's meeting

the night she died. This isn't good.

It's a record of Murdoch and Van Doren's

"loud and heated altercation."

He called her a blight on the scientific community

and vowed to stop her with full force.

The last entry states that Van Doren raced out

after Murdoch when he left.

My Dad said William was a gentleman.

So for him to say that to her, in public,

it must have been for a serious reason.

Well, there are only two people who can help us.

One has passed and the other, we can't talk to.

I need some air. I have to think.

(door closes)

(soft music)

Murdoch's diary...

(William): I think this new voice recording device

will allow me to record my thoughts,

casework, or the odd philosophical debate

in the quiet of my own home.

This jumping back and forth through time, the danger we faced...

the repercussions!

We should have pressed Higgins-Newsome

to deliver a message to Detective Murdoch.

Just because we can't go inside,

doesn't mean we can't communicate.

They're so in love.

We should hear his version, work backwards from there.

Billie? Are you even listening?

(soft music)

I'm just going to say it.

Okay...

Zane, I like you.

Like, I like you, like you.

And I know we're best friends,

and I don't want to jeopardize that, but...

we're such a perfect fit, right?

Like, we really get each other.

You love my witty and hysterical commentary,

and I... I love your brilliant mind.

And after...

after seeing you flirt with that hipster girl

at the library...

Well, I've got to seize the day.

And I won't lose you without a fight.

(sighs)

Really wish I had a time machine right now.

No jokes.

That was, uh...

No one's ever said something like that to me.

Bills,

you've been my best friend since daycare,

and I can't imagine anyone else filling those shoes.

But...

I wasn't flirting with that hipster girl.

I was...

trying to work up the courage to flirt with her friend.

She didn't have a...

(inaudible conversation)

Oh.

Her guy friend.

I was going to tell you,

and I don't exactly know if the right time

is in a saloon we time travelled to,

waiting for our friend to try to figure out

how to save her arrested-for-a-murder

he-didn't-commit ancestor, but...

I thought you said no jokes.

Then what about a hug?

I know where we need to go next.

(rhythmic music)

My great-great-great grandpa William's home!

Good thing no one's here!

What exactly are we looking for?

This.

A voice recording device. He named it.

Got it.

This is Julia.

Her daughter, Susannah, was my Dad's great-grandmother.

I guess she kept the Murdoch last name.

Must have been ahead of her time.

Just like her mother.

Just like you too, Macy.

I found it!

Great job! I hope he used it that night.

Here goes nothing.

(whirring)

(William): Gwendolyn, while a time travel-

That's him! (William): teleportation device has its benefits,

you must admit that it could be extremely dangerous.

What if a nefarious character were to get ahold of your plans?

Or worse, use your machines?

It would be absolutely catastrophic.

Macy, you're hearing your actual ancestor speak!

(Van Doren): The machines are well-hidden.

You must trust me on this, William- (Zane): That's Van Doren!

(Van Doren): I've started testing the devices with myself.

Yesterday, I teleported back to the day before,

and then back to today.

Think of the promise!

My invention will end disease,

stop wars, save lives.

I won't stop. My research calls.

(William): Time is 1:25 AM.

October 20th 1910.

Reasoning with Gwendolyn has abruptly ended,

as has the night.

So they came here after the Margarite,

continued their so-called heated argument,

which was just a philosophical debate.

They parted as friends! This is his alibi!

It's an alibi he can't use.

If the police found out they were talking

about time travel, they'd know about the time machine.

Which is why he couldn't give a statement.

But... (sighs)

We're still missing something.

(sighs)

(dramatic music)

Zane, you drew a wheelbarrow in the sketch of the backyard.

Uh, yeah, we saw one there.

Van Doren was murdered in her lab,

and found in the park.

LeDuc would have had to move her body.

He would've had to do it quiet enough for no one to hear,

so he wouldn't use a horse or a car, he would use a-

(all): Wheelbarrow!

O-M-G! So, LeDuc used a wheelbarrow

to move Van Doren's body out of the lab

onto the university grounds.

And then he ditched the wheelbarrow

in Murdoch's backyard before he put the padlock there.

And no one would think anything of a wheelbarrow.

Which is why the police didn't think to check it

for fingerprints, or a strand of hair,

or some DNA to prove that he murdered Van Doren!

It's our smoking gun!

Zane, can you figure out how to use the telephone

and tell Higgins-Newsome to meet us here?

Billie, let's go get it now from the yard.

(Billie): This is Awesome!

(Macy): I know. We did it!

Old timey phone... Better have a touch screen.

(operator): Hello?

Uh, hello!

Uh, Station House No. 4, please.

Constable Higgins-Newsome.

(door opens)

That was fast. Thought they'd take longer

with the wheelbarrow, but I guess-

(grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(?)

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